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And he wasn’t disappointed.

Jamie thrust his hips forward, burying himself inside him again. Dorian cried out, the sensations building through him too much and not enough at the same time. When Jamie had said he was going to fuck him so hard, he hadn’t been kidding. His pumps were forceful, his breathing heavy in Dorian’s ear, his grunts and curses loud over the sound of his balls against Dorian’s ass.

Dorian grasped his cock and stroked, but Jamie’s spit had dried and his hands were too rough. Jamie batted his hand away and replaced it with his own lubed one.

Dorian coughed out a drawn-out groan. “So close,” he practically wailed, tilting his upper body back against Jamie’s sweaty chest.

“Me too. Fuck. Come with me, Dori.”

Whether it was the sex, the encouragement, or the nickname, Dorian couldn’t say. He came with a shout, nails digging into Jamie’s forearm. Jamie’s movements halted behind him, and he went rigid as he too came.

Dorian flung an arm back, around Jamie’s neck, and brought him in for a sloppy kiss. They were both sweaty and spent and sticky, and he wanted to spend all night like this.

“You good?” Jamie rasped.

“Mm” was all Dorian managed. He winced when Jamie pulled out of him and rolled onto his back. “Are you... still hard?”

Jamie’s smile... god. It was all sex and gratification. “Mostly,” he said. He removed the condom, wrapped it in a couple of tissues he grabbed from the box on the nightstand...

And removed another condom from the drawer.

“Um...” Dorian gulped, electricity beginning to fire through him again, and rolled onto his back. “I’m going to need a few minutes.”

“That’s okay.” Jamie crawled on top of him. “I’ll just kiss you stupid until you’re ready.”

“Jesus,” Dorian croaked, clutching at Jamie’s shoulders as Jamie did as promised and kissed him stupid.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

In the morning light filtering in through the blinds, Dorian was perfection. He had sat on Jamie’s dick, flushed and desperate, and if Jamie had his way, they’d be sharing orgasms throughout the rest of the day too.

He’d thought Dorian might be too sensitive to take him again after the two poundings Jamie had given him last night, but he’d awoken to Dorian jacking himself while he waited for Jamie to wake up—a new development given it was usually Jamie who woke first.

“Finally,” Dorian had said, his body glowing, his eyes feverish. “I’ve been dying for you to fuck me for ten minutes.”

Jamie had been instantly alert, his body ready to go even after Dorian had fucked him not two hours ago and the mutual blow jobs they’d shared sometime in the middle of the night.

Dorian had already had the lube and condom handy, and he’d gotten Jamie ready in a flash before sinking onto him with barely a hello kiss.

Jamie couldn’t find it in himself to care. Not when he was lost in the clamp of Dorian’s wet hole and Dorian was frantic on top of him, old come crusted to his belly and pubic hairs, hair a mess of knots, his chest heaving as he chased his orgasm.

“Fuck,” Jamie said. He clamped one hand on Dorian’s thigh. The other grasped Dorian’s erection, and he swiped the precome with his thumb.

Dorian fell forward slightly and braced one hand on Jamie’s chest with a curse. Jamie pumped into him in short, hard thrusts, the sound of their shared pleasure filling the room.

“Oh god,” Dorian moaned. “Oh f-f-fuck. Jamie. Please. Don’t stop, don’t stop. So close.”

Jamie had no plans on stopping. Now that they’d started, Jamie never planned on stopping. Had sex ever been this good with anyone else? He didn’t think so. Honestly, this was as close to cloud nine as Jamie thought he’d ever get. The morning light highlighted Dorian’s body like he stood under a spotlight. His skin was pink, his eyes wild.

“Now, Dori.” It was becoming hard to breathe with the effort of staving off his own orgasm until Dorian came. “Please.”

Dorian came with a groan. Jamie let himself go too, his cock throbbing as he shot into the condom. Dorian fell on top of him, his entire body trembling with aftershocks. Jamie held him through it, running his hands down Dorian’s back to cup his ass and spread the cheeks apart, exposing him to the cool air as Jamie slipped out of him.

“Fuck.” Another shudder from Dorian. “Fuck, this was the best night of my life.”

With those words, Jamie could’ve taken on the world.

“I think my ass needs some recovery time,” Dorian mumbled against his neck.

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